User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140801014311

''Riggtooth slowly raised the red liquid to his tongue, licking it off the blade. Wine...? Grayclaw and a searat named Alur brush against him, and he scowls at them. Alur, being on another side of the tree, has the strange chance to see what the scythe had done to the tree. It was bleeding...Sticky red beads dribbled from a small hole in the trunk, and curious, the searat dipped his paw into it, surprised at the touch-Warm, and it stuck to his pawpads as he withdrew from it. Riggtooth, seeing what his crewmate was doing, uttered a strange cry of joy, suddenly tossing his scythe aside and digging his paws into the the hole, widening it as he grunted in exterion, pulling the bark away, stripping it wildly from the tree as he laughed wildly. Grayclaw, watching the two of them wide-eyed, was shoved aside by Alur as he dug his paw into the treetrunk, scooping up a pawful of the liquid and sending it dripping into his mouth, soaking his muzzle red. Riggtooth, shouting with anger, pushed the searat aside, digging his own paw into the trunk and licking the liquid off his paws. Wine! WINE! It tasted like the finest he had ever tasted, dancing with his tastebuds, soothing his weary form...He turned to give his searat shipmate a lopsided grin, but fury suddenly exploded within him as he saw the rat enjoying the wine as well. It was '''HIS! 'HIIIIS!!!! "MIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!" ''the stoat screamed as Grayclaw jumped back in surprise, throwing himself at the searat, who fell to the ground with a grunt, grabbing for the knife in his belt as Riggtooth's balled paws rose and rose. Rose and fell. Alur's soft flesh gave away like the skin on a rotten peach as the fat stoat beaten him with his fists, Alur's scream gurgling in his throat as he tried to escape Riggtooth's clutches. Grayclaw and a few others attempted to pull the stoat away, but were shoved off. Blood sprayed into Riggtooth's face as the rat's shaking boy went still. Crimson staining his fur and dribbling down his muzzle, the stoat looked up at his fellow crew, before his eyes rolled up into the back of his side and he slumped over onto his side. The wine of the tree glistened wickedly in the sunlight, promising rest and drunken joy.''